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Birthday present

My birthday isn’t for another 22 days.  BUT, my niece spent a semester abroad this fall and came home with a birthday gift for me. We’re not sure we’ll see each other before then so she wanted me to open her gift.  I wasn’t sure what I had opened…

Can you guess what it is? 

It’s a coffee maker!  From Costa Rica!    The white sleeve is a small piece of cloth sewn onto a metal ring that keeps the cloth from falling down into the cup. You put coffee grounds in the sleeve and set a cup underneath with the grounds inside the cup. Then pour boiling water over and you have a dark, rich, wonderful cup of coffee!!

I love it!  It is a perfect gift.  I love a cup of decaf coffee in the evening and Steve rarely wants one. This is a great way for me to fix a single cup of coffee.  

Thanks, Savannah! I feel loved and will think of you every time I make a cup of coffee in my coffee maker.




This piece is called “Generations”. It is my interpretation of my family tree.

The origins for this piece come from many sketches of trees trying to include the many and asundry members of my family. My mom is one of 13 and my dad is one of 9; you can imagine how many twigs and branches and leaves I would need to include them all. And I thought about the fact that I couldn’t go back further than my great grandparents and wondered who those people were. And I thought about all the children that my cousins’ children have had and how I will never meet them or know who they are.

I thought about the idea that my own origins go back for eons and who I am is linked to who they were and how they raised their families and what values they passed on. I thought about the idea that the way I raised my children will effect their children and their children’s children on through generations I will never know. And even though those children will not meet me or perhaps not know who I am or what I did, my being here will have an influence on them.

And “Generations” is the result of all my ponderings.

Until next time, DeLane